MAYA
"Are you alright?" he asked as he draped a comforting hand over my shoulders, pulling me gently against his side.
"Yeah," I nodded, turning to face him. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to get angry, but it's difficult not to. She came here to accuse me of crimes I didn't commit."
He nodded slowly. Then he cupped my face in both hands, thumbs brushing lightly over my cheeks. The scent of fresh shampoo and his familiar cologne wrapped around me.
Even now, my heart skipped a beat as his face loomed close. I couldn't deny how dashing he looked today. His hair was slicked back neatly, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and cheekbones. Those eyes shone with a mischievous warmth that was so different from Kael's. He was almost two or three inches shorter than Kael, if my memory served m
